Wilderlands Age of Worms
Rastingdrung nestles in the lowland hills just north of the Pass of the Ram, about 60 miles southwest of Tula, the famed City of Mages. Although the small town of just under 2,000 people sits on the shores of Wooling Lake, its primary trade is iron and silver from the nearby mines. This trade draws hundreds of skilled and unskilled laborers and artisans, all hoping to strike it rich. As a result, the town’s mostly Ghinoran population has been supplemented with Karakhan merchants, Halfling traders, Dwarven craftsmen from the Ghinor Highlands above Shadow Castle Rise, and even a few Elves and Orcs.
In the hills surrounding the town, hundreds of laborers spend weeks at a time underground, breathing recycled air pumped in via systems worth ten times their combined annual salary. The miners are the chattel of Rastingdrung, its seething, tainted blood. But they are also Rastingdrung’s foundation, their weekly pay cycling back into the community via a gaggle of gambling dens, bordellos, ale halls, and temples. Because work in the mines is so demanding and dangerous, most folk come to Rastingdrung because they have nowhere else to turn, seeking an honest trade of hard labor for subsistence-level pay. Many are foreigners displaced from native lands by war or famine. For many, work in a Rastingdrung mine is the last honest step before utter destitution or crimes of desperation.
The town itself is a splotch of mud, smoke, and blood smeared across uneven terrain marked by countless irregular mounds and massive rocks. The oldest buildings pack the lakeshore, where fishing vessels once docked. That commerce has abandoned the town entirely, for the waters of Wooling Lake are now so polluted as to make fishing impossible. Many old warehouses have been converted into cheap housing for miners and laborers, and no one is safe after dark. As one walks north along the streets of Rastingdrung, the buildings become sturdier. A great earthen road called the Vein bisects the town. With few exceptions, those living south of the Vein enjoy a better life than the wretches living below it.
All of the town’s social classes congregate in the Vein’s central square. Roughly every two weeks, someone in the town upsets someone else so greatly that the only recourse is a duel to the death at the center of a ring of cheering miners. The bookmakers of the Emporium and the Feral Dog do brisk business on such occasions, which tend to draw large crowds. On less violent nights, the square is still home to a thousand pleasures and poisons.
For more details see the Visitors’ Guide to Rastingdrung.
See also How to Get to Tula from Rastingdrung